While walking through the park, my dog Chules and I pause at an apple tree. I am drawn to the white-pink blossoms and the bees that float among them. Chules is more intrigued by the base of the trunk, and the invisible messages left there by other dogs. He lifts his leg and adds his own note to the trunk.
cherry blossoms wane
pink petals carpet the ground
apple tree looks on
Day 29 of National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo). In response to dVerse prompt: Haibun Monday: late cherry blossoms.
What Rhymes with Stanza? 
So lovely.
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Thanks, VJ.
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Welcome
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I love the thought of the apple blooms to come….
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Thank you, Björn.
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I chuckled at your comment about the other dogs’ invisible notes.
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Every fence post is a puppy bulletin board.:D
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